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... g in the body slowly subsided.
When the cloud ink poured out a bowl of soup, some of it was stained with a finger, and it was sent to the nose and smelled coldly. "Spring heart is scattered, a good medicine, but... Qianyang should not be such a person."
Ice is full of cold sweat, although he is obedient to understand the poison, but the potion still has to be slowly released, and now it can only bear the pain first.
"Wang Ye... I don't understand it... Didn't you like Jinghu ...
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